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the 'Tlniversalist A RELIGIOUS AND FAMILY WEEKLY iNIVERSALIST PUBLISHING HOUSE, publishers. £. F. ENDICOTT, General Agent Issued Every Saturday by the ystern Branch of tub Publishing IIousb 99 Dearborn St. Rooms 40 and 41.. CHICAGO, ILL. $ $2 60 A YEAR IN ADVANCE ' ‘ * I $1.26 SIX MONTHS. POSTAGE PAID. SAMPLE COPIES ALWAYS FREE. REMITTANCES:—Make all checks, drafts, money and express orders payable to A. Al. ohnson, Cashier, or Universalist Publishing - ouse. Western Branch Entered at the Fostnftlro as Second-Class Mail Matter Field Agent, T. I. MOORE. CONTENTS. CHICAGO. SATURDAY. JULY 34, 1S97. Page One. Editorial Briefs. Santa Catalina. “One Religion Only?” A Snnset. Universalist Thought. Page Two. Sermon—“Working in tlie Lowlands.” The Larger Hope Bible. The Devotional Meeting. Page Three. The Snnday School Lesson. Nature’s Curiosity Shop. Page Four. Editorial: Character and Discipline. The Three Factors of Human History. Sunday Services at Detroit. George Truesdale Fland ers. Universalist Personal. The Religious Press. Page Five, Church News and Correspondence. Rev. Stephen Hull. Page Six. The Famil> Page. Farm. Garden and Dairy. Page Seven, Our Boys and Girls. Page Eight. Church Notices and In Memoriam. EDITORIAL BRIEFS. BY PRESIDENT I. M. ATWOOD, D. D. Detroii is a' centra! cay but not a denominational center. It has no trace able denominational circumference. Draw a circleof one hundred mlleBdiam eter around the city and you include only a few parishes and these not strong. You must go a long distance to find any Universalist strongholds. The larger and more efficiently organized three fourths of the Young People's Christian Unions are east of Buffalo, which is 250 miles from Detroit. With these facts in mind and the torrid heat in body we were prepared for a comparatively thin convention at Detroit. —It waB an agreeable surprise to enter the Church of Our Father, find people from everywhere in the lobbies and com mittee rooms, and the auditorium filled in every part. So far as numbers are concerned it was a successful convention obviously. One had only to be in the church for a few moments to learn that the old Y. P. C. U. enthusiasm was on tap. It was a convention gay with ban ners and badges and bunting. The young ladies, with their mid-summer apparel and fast-flying fans and mercur ial temperaments and preponderating numbers, swelled the general impression of vivacity, color and mobility. It was a warm but never a languid nssembly. Hands were much in evidence both to eye and ear. Some applauded the speech, some the speaker and some by mere contagion applauded whatever any one else applauded. It was amusing to observe the regularity and vehemence with which some delegates clapped their hands. That was their part in a scene of abounding life and action, and it must not be slighted. —Larger and closer observation re vealed the fact that the noise and foam were the surface of a strong and full tide of earnest business. Hundreds of dele gates were watching closely every move ment and turn of the proceedings, and hour after hour they kept their places and their alert attention. There was nothing perfunctory; eager interest, quick perception of the drift of discus sion, prompt response to suggestion or appeal, were the marked characteristics of the assembly. There were leaders but no bosses. Expression was remark ably free, sometimes a bit injudicious or ill-timed, and occasionally a surge of mere sentiment carried the mercurial majority quite beyond their reckoning. But lapse was usually followed by recov ery. The proposal, once actually voted, to censure the press and exclude the re porters, was the most complete and un fortunate loss of balance betrayed by the convention. That incident should be a warning to all future gatherings of the Y. P. C. U. To lose the head is to lose the whole body. —Raising the "deficit” has become a regular order—though not advertised— of the Young People's National Conven tions. This time it was uproariously good natured, and under Dr. Perin’s skilled manipulation went considerably beyond the required limit. Eight hun dred were called for; over a thousand pledged. Some of the delegatee think this the most profitable session of the convention. They hope the deficiency will continue to come up and the cash to come down. It is good to give, they say. The more of it the better and the merrier. Our own feeling is that the exercise is becoming monotonous and in view of the amounts reported as raised during the year, indication of a want of financial foresight. In plain terms it costs too much to run the Y. P. C. U. machinery. The expenses are out of proportion to the sums used in mission ary work. Add to the direct expenses of organization the indirect expenses of the annual convention and we have as much money absorbed in the incidentals of the Y. P. C. U. movement as is expended directly for mission work by the entire Universalist Church. —Now we do not question the great value of the young people’s convention. Merely as a religious demonstration and a stimulus to faith and courage it is, we are inclined to think, worth all it costs. But it could not be kept up on that basis. The moment it should be looked upon as an end it would collapse. It lives and.thrives now because all think of it as a necessary incident and spon taneous expression of a great work which the young people of the Univer salist Church are carrying forward. And the continuance of the disproportion be tween operating expenses and the amounts applied in missions and church extension will presently tell on the en thusiasm and vitality of the organiza tion. So we advise a careful study of the situation to see if it is not practic able to save some of the money that goes for official and personal expenses, and apply it to missions. At the con vention let us raise funds, not to pay a deficit, but to build a church or hire a missionary, or do other direct and con structive work. —The recommendation of the Execu tive Board to hold the next session at the same time and place with the next convention of the Young Peoples’ Re ligious Union of the Unitarian churches, proved the moat agitating subject intro duced. The readiness with which some delegates interpreted the proposition to mean that an amalgamation of the two bodies was intended, led others to be lieve that some such purpose was enter tained. As usual many irrelevant ques tions were brought into the discussion and a quite superfluous amount of feel ing was developed. On the proposition 10 merge the two organizations into one the voice of the church would be over whelmingly in the negative. It would mean a larger gathering, at leaBt for a few years; but Ibbs unions interested, less work undertaken, less business done, and finally faction and extinction. Anything more embarassing to both parties could not be suggested. It is a purely sentimental project to which sensible men and women will not com mit themselves. But exchange of cour tesies and union mass meetings, leaving all legislation and administration to the separate bodies, may not be objection able and may be helpful. —A new feature of this session was the congresses, which also were the oc casion of bringing Dr. Wilbur F. Crafts before the Y. P. C. U. The profession al reformer is not likely to engage the sympathetic interest of young persons. When reforms reach the stage that they are in the air, the young feel the spell of their influence and kindle quickly to the word of the advocate. But it is quite otherwise while they are under nurture and are slowly forcing their way to public recognition. Dr. Crafts iB the apostle of a number of reforms which have not yet touched the public sympathy. The observance of Sunday, the suppression of the sa loon, Christian sociology and Christian citizenship, are not in all the thought of most people. But Dr. Crafts has a phil osophy of life and of society that under lies all his reformatory ideas. He is so expert, so clear headed, so facile, bo full of facts and figures—rhetorical as well mathematical—that he is instant mas ter of the platform. He carried the con vention with him and poured knowledge and inspiration into waiting minds from an apparently exhaustlesB foun tain. —The relations subsisting between the Detroit pastor and his neighbors appears to be exceptionally fraternal. It was pleasant to greet so many of the city pastors on the convention platform. They were unaffectedly cordial in their manner and particularly happy in the expression of their sympathy. On Sun day the number of pulpits opened to clergymen in attendance upon the con vention wub an object lesson in denomi national fraternity. Much more sig nificant is such a practical exhibition of Christian fellowship than the yards of pious declamation about “unity” sent forth by men who are careful never to embrace any opportunity to put their talk into act. Humbug should be left to professional showmen: let love be without hypocracy. The beauty of the city, the heartiness of the audience, the ample and admirable arrangements, the spirit of fraternity manifest the un waBting energy and enthusiam of the delegates united to make the Detroit convention one of the best of the series. Canton theological School. The diatoms, single celled plants of the seaweed family, are so small that 3, 000 of them laid end to end scarcely suttke to cover an inch of space on the rule. OUR CONTRIBUTORS. SANTA CATALINA. BY J. W. HANSON, D D. I can wish the tourist, the pleasure seeker or the lover of nature’s most fascinating features no better ex perience than to visit the Pacific shores from Santa Barbara to San Diego. There is a score of places on the immediate coast, any one of which will produce enthusiastic ad vocates of its superiority over any other locality, and it may truthfully be said that if there was but one of them it would be good enough for anybody,— better than any other place in our wide land as an all round summer-and-winter resort. One advantage they enjoy in com mon is the uniformity of temperature. There is very little difference be tween January and July. There are days in December as warm as any day in June. There are days in July as cool as any day in January. The warm wrap is wanted much of the time in summer and the sun um brella in winter. When the icy surges beat the iron-bound Atlantic coast and the unhospitable shores repel all approach, the Pacific waters of “ The American Italy,” warmed by the Japan current, are a summer sea sparkling beneath a summer sky. For example: the water at Long Beach is 60 degrees in January and 68 degrees in July, while in Savan nah, almost exactly opposite, it is 50 in January and 84 degrees in July. The average temperature in San Diego for a single year was January 57 degrees, J uly 65 degrees, difference 8 degrees, while in Chicago it was, January 25 degrees, July 73 degrees, difference 48 degrees; in Naples, It aly, January 46 degrees, July 76, dif ference 30 degrees. Sea bathing is common every month in the year and no one could tell by the water or the air, by (he seeing or the feeling, whether it was summer or winter. To my mind the most fascinating spot of all is the island, Santa Cata lina, (Saint Cathari e). It lies some twenty miles off the coast from Los Angeles, something in appearance like Capri off Naples, though further off, and appears from the mainland as if it were one of the Sierras towed out to sea, and anchored there. It is a mountain 2,700 above the water, craggy, precipitous, but with numer ous sandy or pebbly beaches; the eastern shoreward coast protected from the prevalent winds, the trade winds, and the western shore nearly always foam-fringed and picturesque with the Pacific surge. A daily steamer from San Pedro, the port of Los Angeles, occupies two hours in one of the most delightful of voyages. The Hertnosa is a splen did boat, and its passengers rarely experience any of the discomforts of a sea voyage. Countless gulls, cor morants, loons, pelicans, and ravens float in the air or on the water; an occasional whale is seen; flying fish pursued by the veracious tuna dart from the waves; and one reaches the little port Avalon, a crescent shaped harbor, with scores of cot tages, hundreds of tents, and several excellent hotels, with a sense of fas cinated delight. It is one of the most peaceful, rest ful places I have ever found. Those who know me will scarcely credit the story that I napped two hours every afternoon of my stay! Tennyson does not exactly describe the place, but the similarity of the name sug gests the spirit of the locality. “The island of At lion Where falls not hail, nor rain, nor any • snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly. . . . . . Crowned with summer sea. That is it, a summer isle in a summer sea, where one can dream away the time between the many attractions that compel him to visit them. I have never seen the place where, sitting on the hotel porch or at the door of cottage or tent, one is lapped in such infinite repose. The glassy harbor, the twenty miles of white capped brine, between island and na tive laud, the vast Sierras bounding the horizon, their summit snow capped much of the year, the moun tains and the sea unite their influ ences to Footbe and rest the soul. And this any day in the year, for it is alike in mid-summer and mid-minter. A delightful experience is enjoyed by those who would explore the se crets of the sub-marine world. In a glass-bottomed boat, or with a glass bottomed box, the eye can penetrate fifty or sixty feet of depth and be hold such scenes as the eye elsewhere cannot see. The refraction of light is overcome and the marine vegeta tion of every hue of color and form of beauty is gently moved by the never wholly quiet waters, with a grace of motion that ordinary vegetation can not approach. Along the bottom sea shells are strewn, and enormous gold fish, purple mullets and creatures of varied shapes and variegated hues float, and are perfectly visible through the transparent medium. Occasionally a huge barracuda or bass darts along, a sea tiger in pur suit of prey. The waters are an un rivaled aquarium whose secrets are perfectly revealed. A visit to the seal rocks is a great experience. A row of six miles or a ride in a naphtha launch brings you to a group of cliffs scattered over which are seals and sea lions, some of immense proportions. So tame are they that we can almost touch them with our oar, and as their hoarse barkings—their “bark is always on the sea”—fill the ear, and their ele phantine gambols churn the water, it is a source of unique pleasure of which one never tires. A horse-back ride over the sum mits, or a stage ride on the new route along the peaks, is the experience of a life time. The latter is now in pro cess, and when completed will be twenty-five miles long, entirely across the island, and will be one of the grandest in the world which no visitor should omit. There are places from which one looks almost perpendicu larly down on “the wrinkled sea,” and across the water to the main land, as he goes among pretty can yons and amid scenes of bewildering grandeur. Of all places on the sea here is the yachter’s paradise. The waters are blue summer and winter, aquamarine, or peacock blue, equally calm, always “pacific’' describes it; and yet unlike the Atlantic it is never “dead calm,” the “white squall” never invades; but a wet sheet and a flowing sea and a wind that follows fast” may be enjoyed from month to month with scarcely a difference in weather. And such fishing! Children and women and the timid may catch from the wharf rock bass up to several pounds each, and other fish. Some times a yellowtail f almost any weight under twenty pounds. But from a row boat yellowtail, sea bass weighing several hundred pounds, barracuda, the great tunas that fully matches the tarpon in gameness and surpasses him in size and strength, and multitudes of others are found in great abundance. I have seen a single angler capture in a morning’s fishing several hun dred pounds, with rod and reel, among which were yellow tails of twenty-five pounds each, barracuda nearly as heavy, and a sea base, or jew fish, weighing more than two hundred. I have seen three tons of sardines netted at a single haul of the seine. And I must here tell an original fish story “all which I saw and part of which I was.” One lovely morn ing Mrs. Hanson and I were floating on the placid water looking down into the submarine wonders below us, when we heard a scream above us and looking up a thousand feet or so, we 6aw on a jutting crag that “Fierce gray bird with bending beak, And angry eye and startling shriek,” the white-headed eagle. I was just say ing that he was waiting for an osprey or “fish-hawk,” to come and catch a fish when he would rob him of his prey, for the “bird of freedom” is no fisherman, but gets his living by rob bing that industrious marauder, the osprey, when the osprey appeared, darted like a bolt from the sky, and seized a large fish in his tremendous talons. But his grip was not tena cious enough, and rising with his prey a little way it wriggled from his grasp and fell into the water near our boat. The fish was so crippled that it could not go below the surface, and I pushed it towards the shore till I could wade, when I jumped from the boat, and threw it in. On reach ing shore I weighed my prize and found it to be a barracuda that tipped the scales at ten pounds. I bad no rod, reel, hook, line or bait, and yet I captured as fine a fish as is often seen. For the information of of old friends East I may here add that though there is on Catalina an Annanias club, composed entirely of fisherman, I am not a member so that my story can be depended upon. In former years I was very familiar with the Atlantic coast, have in fact explored it from New Brunswick to Florida, but never have I seen any thing to compare with the shores of the Pacific, and chief of all with the magic isle, Catalina. The peaceful, restful island—mountains and their lovely reflections; the serene and soothing atmosphere; the gentle heaving of the ocean’s breast and its quieting lullaby; the ideal tempera ture, summer and winter; thesubma rine wonders of vegetable and ani mal lifealways accessible to the view, the ineffable and inexpressible charm of all, the whole year round place, “the Summer Isle,” at the head of the manifold attractions with which “The American Italy” is crowded. No one should go from southern Cali fornia without seeing Catalina. Pasadena, Cal. “ ONE BELIGION ONLY.” BY REV. MARION CROSLEY. Rev. James Gorton, in his article on the subject, “There is but One Religion,” as it appeared in The Uni versalist of July 3rd, has set my thoughts to work somewhat in the following fashion: It is, indeed, true that there is but one “pure and undefiled religion, while there are a great many re ligions in form and even in spirit. There are also certain striking re semblances among the religions of the world from the fact that our hu manity is the same everywhere. Bro. Gorton misses the mark in my estimation when he assumes that a “creed or dogma, whether true or false, is not religion, nor is it any part of it.” I venture the affirmation that there can be no such a thing as religion without a creed. There can not be even the form of religion with out a form of belief. A religion, true or false, grows out of what is be lieved. An erroneous belief leads to a false religion, while a true belief tends to a pure and a holy religion. What a man believes is a leading feature in his religion. It is forever true that as a man thinketh, believes, in his heart, so is he. Belief is the foundation, the start ing point in the growth of the soul. We might as well declare and say that the roots of a tree are no part of the tree, or that the foundation is no part of the house, as to affirm that belief is no part of a man’s religion. We cannot have the trunk or branches without the roots, and the fruit is by no means possible without roots, trunk and branches. A house can not be of service to liv> in without a safe and a sure foundation. What we call religion is the product or fruitage of what is believed. A tree is known by the fruit it bears. A man is known By the life he lives. The fruit of the tree partakes of the na ture and quality of the roots, trunk and branches, and a house assumes in its process of building, size and form in accordance with the founda tioD. And it is well to keep in mind the fact that there is never a time when roots and foundations can be dis pensed with. A tree needs its roots just as much while bearing fruit as while growing to the fruit bearing period. A house cannot dispense with its foundation after it is occu pied any more than a man can dis pense with his creed or ignore his creed after he begins to live a well 1 ordered life. If our beliefs have no connection with the higher modes of life what great big fools we have all been since we have had under consid eration the revision of our Winchester Profession of Faith. Why discuss mat ters of belief at all? Let us give up our opinions, stifle our convictions, put out the fires, and say to the ma chinery of thought, be still. We can get along without taxing our brains to get at the truth. If we give up our principles and declare that belief is a humbug, where should we go, for it is the words of truth that giv eth life to the spirit in man. I can see no way of doing if we abandon our beliefs except that we take wings and fly away into some far away cor ner of the universe where there is nothing to do but to be forever at rest. If we suppress our convictions and put an end to all forms of belief stagnation will set in and death will soon follow. If we become a creed less sect we shall, to say the least, live at a poor dying rate. In connection with the greatest of all the commandments we are enjoined to love God with all the mind as well as with all the heart, and how can we love with the mind except as we do some thinking, and how can we think to any advantage without formula ting a belief, or constructing a creed. Our religion, whatever it may be. must partake of what we have both in our heads and our hearts. We live essentially as we think and feel. 1 cannot go to church and worship God only as I believe in God. I must formulate a creed concerning God or else my worship will be non productive cf good. I cannot visit and help my fellowman to any ad vantage to either party unless I be lieve iu the great common brother hood of the race of man. If I love God and serve him as I ought I must believe in him as the God and Father of all, as being above all, through all and in all. I cannot receive or use the truth only as I believe the truth. It is in the believing of the truth that we are made free. Christ was not only the way and the life, but he was the truth as well. It is the truth that points out the way and produces the kind or quality of life we ought to live. The very life we are living day by day springs from our convictions and is but the result of our thoughts. As we grow and improve in our be liefs so shall we advance along the lines of the graces and virtues of the life eternal. We do not and we can not grow in grace only as we grow in a knowledge of God and his truth; and with the fact before us that we cannot possess the truth only as we develop a creed, we find, there fore, that a creed is vital and always necessary in the formation and growth of the religious life. Our ideas, ideal, visions and beliefs find expression in the creeds we make. It is, therefore, very necessary that we put into shape the very best creed the united wisdom of our church can devise and then be governed in our daily lives accordingly. Norwich, Cord. A SUNSET. BY REV. O. C. EVANS. Viewing a sunset a Bhort time ago with a friend, in the fullness of his heart he exclaimed, “What need have we of a Heaven, having such a world as this?” My eyes were opened and I was regenerated. That evening sitting on the front porch of a house located on the top of a high hill in the city of Janesville, I saw the great picture of life. The sky was not bright, but all along it was tinged with saffron. The colors of the rainbow were so artistically blended, that no eye could see where one ended and the other begun. Artists look upon such a picture with emotions that an angel might well feel, and are never able to re produce it. Viewing such a scene, Emerson once exclaimed that “Even the cattle seem to think great and tranquil thoughts. ’ The summer foliage clothed in its most beautiful color, charmed my eye and inspired my soul, as it seemed to bathe itself in the flood of golden light. Looking away in the distance, the hills stood out in per fect distinctness. Over in the west tern sky, the sun, seemingly, was saying good night to the day,clothed in some of the richest colors and most delicate tints that nature ever reveals. No wonder the gentleman felt, “having such a world as this, we have no need of a heaven.” The light coming from that distant fiery orb, seemed to kiss the foliage with the tenderness of a mother singing to her babe its lullaby song. A little brook down in the valley below, caused by an afternoon shower, was hurrying on to join its waters to the great waters of the sea. And I thought how striking the course of that little brook to the course of hu man life. Out of the great sea of the past, some mysterious power dropped us upon this planet, and now we are hurrying on to join our lives to the great unknown. I consider that half hour a day of life. It may have been a year of life; it may have been a life time. It is not necessary to have been upon this planet twenty years in order to have lived twenty years. Some people have existed for three score years and ten and have not lived a single hour during their entire time of space occupancy. It was a half hour of pure delight, a time of rapture for the human heart; and I thought surely it is not necessary to sail the seas and scale the Alps in order to find beauty. Surely God is reveal ing himself as much in the present as when he thundered from Mount Sinai. Beholding the glories of that half hour, I thought, need I sigh for the glories of the days that are gone? Need I, in impatience and discontent, dream of the glories of the days that are to come? Cannot I also find glory in the day that is? Fort Atkinson, Wls. —"Plainfield, N. Y.,” says "The Church Economist,” “claims to have originated the ‘church bicycle run.’ It was found that an actual majority of the young people in the Congregational church rode the wheel. Last Saturday the Christian Endeavorers of this church bad a bicycle sociable and pic nic in the woods. The ‘Epworth League Bicycle Squad,’ which visits neighbor hood churches awheel, is another vari ation. This is a new phase of ‘itiner acy,’ and certainly far more enjoyable than under old fashioned conditions.” ® llniversalist Thought ^ . OUR OWN WRITERS,. Dedication Hymn, (Tune America.; Joy dwells in every soul, Praise would ber mead unroll, \ Let rapture swell! Sing! oh ye people sing! Bid song your tribute bring To God our heavenly king, Our love to tell. This house we give to Thee May it thy temple be, Pure, undeiiled, Firm on God’s truth divine Built we this house of thine Oh, may thy iove sublime Dwell in each child. On thy strong arm we lean Trusting thy power supreme, Thy care so true. Thy love can never fail Though sin and death assail, Thy spirit will prevail All to subdue. —Ida Keyner Martin, Ethel, Mo. The Christ that We Need. It is this Christ in the Bible, in the church, in the life of the world, that wo need. He reveals God to men; ho comes to show us that be is the son of God. But that God has other sons, that "we are the eons of God,” and that he is our elder brother. He came from God to tell us that we are all "heirs of God and joint heirs with Jesus Christ.” He reveals the God-like and the God likeneesin men, and shows us how we may walk with God, and “become ono with the Father.” He is the light and the life of men. He is the revelation of the Father’s love to his children, the man Christ Jesus, who came to show us the Father. He is not "God the Son” as some teach, but “the Son of God,” as the Bible teaches. ThiB is our faith.— Rev. W. M. Jones. Words at Commencement. My young friends, when this com m encement is over and you weigh the coBt to the parents of this education of yours, the labor and sacrifice, realize how faithfully you have been equipped for the future, your heart will swell with gratitude. Resolve to repay them with upright manhood and womanhood. When you go out into the night and be hold the beauty of a matchless Kansas night, feel that over you is love divine. Since the beginning and through time and eternity, love will, as it ever has labor for you and for me. Love God, follow Christ, keep your hearts tilled with love. You have not seen your best or happiest'daye. A life in love growB happier and better to the very end. All your best life lies before. Go forth with faith, hope, and love, but the best of these is love. God watch over you and keep you in all your^ways.^and save you at last with a perfect salvation.—Ren. C. L. Ball. The Summer Sunday, If there is a credulous soul who imag ined that any perceptible remnants of the Puritan Sunday are left to us, he had better study the methods of observ i ng the day in the great metropolis. He will realize that it is too late to talk about preserving the Sunday of our Sires. It has entirely disappeared. The American Sunday of today is a totally different day, in its spirit and its works, from the Sunday of forty years ago. The old observances area tradition. The old feeling toward the day is a memory. The American Sunday may not be the so-called "continental Sunday.” But n either is it any longer the day in whose r ather strict and wholly serious atmos phere the children of forty yearB ago were trained. In the interests of "clear thi nking,” as Joeeph Cook used to say, let us not talk any mere about "preserv in g” that which has wholly gone by. It is time now for us to begin to consider what we can make of the Sunday of the future, out of the confused and opposite views which are held about it today.— Rev. J. C. Adams D.D. Gravitating to a Higher Citizenship. Let us rejoice in a decided gravitation toward the highest and noblest type of citizenship which is going on. The tirst type is in disrepute. The thoroughly mercenary man must go, and is going. The second type has almost outlived its necessity. Patriots as they existed in the olden days are not needed now. "The devotion of the individual to the corporate welfare was one of the first es sentials of success in societies which ex isted primarily for military purposes, where the struggle for existence was car ried on mainly between organized bodies of men. We had accordingly, in that stage of society an extreme sense ot de votion to clan of country.” Put we are liv ing under a new order; we are not, in this land at least, in battle array. Peace is our motto and peaceful is our spirit, Love is our ensign. Hence, as one of the keenest observers of this generation has said, there is a gradual and steady de cline of patriotism of the ancient type, and an increase of patriotism of a Chris tian kind. The people have been taught, ere Jesus came, to render unto Cmsar the things that were Caesar's. Christ and his followers have taught them the loftier duty of rendering unto God the things that are God’s. And that thing which is especially dear to the heart of God is the welfare of the whole family of mankind.—Rev. Henry R. Rose.